Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.
The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.
I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.